The Muscle are Worried only when the mind notices
The hot tub lifts away stress
Pulled from my worried muscles
By pulsing polite fingers
I can see its quivered emanation
Drift up and away within
Curling vapors of steam
Or is that the rueful ghost
Of youth incompletely spent
Still possessed of some warmth
Fleeing these cold creaking bones
In search of some better host
Who might live it more fully